Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.